In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. ” “What else,” Lady Lescelles murmured, “are men for?” Anna laughed. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. She waited expectantly. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see.
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